Chris watched the boy just sit to the ground and doodle in the sand in dumb confusion.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his face turning red.
He didn't want to be a babysitter!
What have I done? he thought, already starting to regreat his decision. Not to mention the boy had that ghost latched onto him.
I'll have to spin it so that the crew will find it favorable, he thought.
"To your feet, boy," Chris commanded. "If you've nothing better to do, as you say, than I don't see any reason why not to put you to work! On deck you'll find a blue haired lad named Rouge. He thinks he's clever."
It was at that point Chris realizing he hadn't introduced himself.
"You best tell him the watchkeeper, Cateye sent you," he instructed. "That's Mr. Chris Walker to you, mind."
Half the crew seemed to have forgotten THAT, Chris thought to himself.